#!castiel

send me ☞ + a character to see how i would portray them. 

Bah… Otro día que se iría por la cañería junto con su tiempo. No, no le agradaba entrar a clases, pero había algo más, algo que le sacaba de quicio. Eso era el hecho de que sus padres estuvieran de visita.

Simplemente no lo toleraba. 

¿Crees que era un gruñón antes? ¿Crees que era lo suficiente fastidioso? Bueno, eso lo irritaba tanto, que no podía olvidarse de ello.

¿Las cosas no podían empeorar? Ya lo habían hecho. El hecho de su visita era la causa de una estúpida obra. Obra más tonta e infantil. ¿Que importa si le meten más acción? No dejaba de ser ridiculo. 

The day had been a success. With a rare volume of Edgar Allen Poe in her bag, stolen from a dealership without so much as a glance, Bela was happy.

All right, so really she should be doing something for Crowley, just in case he popped up again soon, but she had no idea what he wanted. She was back on earth, with nothing to do except yell when the Winchesters were being difficult. Right now, they seemed to be keeping themselves in check.

As she made her way into the hotel lobby, she spotted the man. Standing up tall, calm and composed, he still managed to look lost and out of place. Another newcomer to Dallas. Most likely.

Castiel: *He drops his bag to the floor at the beginning of the deserted corridor and continues his mission of taking down the posters with a sad face. He rips one off the door and grips it in his hand, before moving to the next one, pulling them off the stone one by one.*

Lucifer: *Standing at the end of the hall, finally seeing one of the posters, as he simply stares at it, almost uncertain of how he's supposed to react. He took down a single one, calmly, and reads the article to himself, not yet noticing Cas*

Castiel: Luke? *He calls, leaving his bag there and walking over to him, not saying anything else before he wraps his arms around him and pulls him in for a hug.* Don't pull that "I'm okay." crap with me.

Lucifer: *Doesn't hug Cas back, as he just stands there, accepting it* I know, I'm not okay. *Says quietly, trying to bottle up a flood of emotion* She took it out of my room. Now the whole school knows how much of a royal fuck up I am.

Castiel: *He rubs his back gently and pulls away, just holding his arms now.* You gotta do something about this, Luke. This is bullshit.

Lucifer: What does it matter? *Leans back against the wall, before sliding down to sit on floor* I'm just that kid who ended up mentally disabling his mother. Nobody gives a shit.

Castiel: I do. Sam does. *He sighs, moving to sit next to him.* Your brother does.

Lucifer: Oh, lovely, three people! That's two more than the last five years. We have a record! *Sarcastic, despite the fact he's on the point of breaking. His eyes snap down to the article in his hand again, reading it over and over*

Castiel: *He frowns a bit and places a hand on his shoulder.* I'm just saying, people do care. No matter how much you want to think everyone is against you.

Lucifer: It's first year all over again. *Chuckles weakly, running a hand through his hair* Why do you care, Cas? I'm an asshole. I'm bitter and I always will be.

Castiel: Can you not just accept the fact that I care?

Lucifer: It doesn't make sense as to why you care. Everyone's fucking afraid of me, now, even more so because of this bullshit! *Gestures to the article*

Castiel: *He takes the article off him gently and screws it up, moving it out of sight.* Fuck what everyone else thinks. They don't fucking know you.

Lucifer: You don't know me! I'm not some gentle-on-the-inside, tragic creature for you to nurture into social acceptance, so quit treating me like one!

Castiel: I'm not trying to nurture you into anything! I'm trying to be your friend, asshole. Stop treating me like an enemy and I might stop treating you like a fool.

Lucifer: *Tears the pile of articles out of Cas' hands, standing up and gesturing with them as he rants* You want to know why this happened!? It was all because I was jealous of Michael! He was the perfect son! He got his acceptance letter to Hogwarts and I hadn't even shown a single sign of being able to use magic! I've always been jealous of Michael, but I can't tell him because then he'd know how much of a fucking monster his little brother really is! *Throws the papers on the ground violently* Why the fuck would you want to be friends with a person like that!?

Castiel: *He doesn't show any reaction to what Lucifer says, a non judgemental person by nature. He sighs, standing up to face him and licking his lips.* You were a kid. No one blames you.

Lucifer: My dad blames me. *Purses his lips, his anger settling*

Castiel: You were a /kid/, Luke.

Lucifer: I was ten years old, you would think I would know better by then!

Castiel: Why should you know better? *He sighs, shaking his head.* It was an accident.

Lucifer: ...You just can't fucking stay away from me, can you?

Castiel: Do you want me to?

Lucifer: *He hesitates to answer, watching Cas carefully* Yes.

Castiel: Fine. *He sighs, nodding his head a bit and backing away from him.* I won't push it. I just.. maybe I thought you needed someone to talk to. Not your boyfriend, not your brother. Whatever. *He sighs, walking away from to get his bag.*

Adam: *Wanders through the corridors, having ditched his robes, looking for something to occupy him*

Castiel: *He pays no attention as he walks through the halls, his head in one of his books. He jumps slightly as he bangs straight into someone, dropping the book to the floor.* I really have to start paying attention.. *He mutters, more to himself then anything as he looks up at Adam.* Sorry. *He smiles sheepishly, bending to picking up the book.*

Adam: *Makes a small 'oof' as Cas bumps into him, chuckling and grinning down at Cas* That's fine, really. I know how it is. *Bends down and scoops up the book before Cas could, handing it to him. He looked at Cas, squinting his eyes and tilting his head in question* Don't I know you?

Castiel: *Smiles a bit, taking the book back and returning his gaze up to Adam.* I don't think we've had a full blown conversation before. *He laughs softly.* I'm Castiel.

Adam: *Squints again, humming in thought* Do you hang out with Sam Winchester?

Castiel: Sometimes. *He nods.* His brother is my boyfriend. *Says this a little proudly, a wider grin appearing on his face.*

Adam: I thought Sam mentioned you. I'm his roomie. *Holds his hand out with a smile* Adam. Adam Milligan.

Castiel: *Places his book under his arm and shakes his hand, squeezing gently.* It's nice to finally meet you.

Adam: *Grins, giving his hand giving a firm squeeze* Nice to meet you too. *Looks at his scarf, quirking a brow* Hufflepuff, huh?

Castiel: *He nods, taking his hand away and pulling the scarf tighter around him.* Yeah. I assume you're a Ravenclaw if you're rommies with Sam. *He smiles.*

Adam: Mmhmm. I say you're kind of cute for a Hufflepuff. I question why Sam hasn't introduced us earlier. *Leans against the corridor wall, putting on a sly grin*

Castiel: *Huffs a nervous laugh, his cheeks colouring a little.* Thank you.. *He says awkwardly, never good at receiving compliments.* You know him... Either with Lucifer or doing his homework.

Adam: *Raises a brow, tilting his head* Lucifer? Who's that? Is that who he keeps sneaking off with?

Castiel: Yeah, I think Sam and Luke are kinda something now.. *He sighs, shrugging his shoulders a bit.*

Adam: *His brows shoot up, looking a little too eager* Do they? He hasn't mentioned him to me. Come on, you can tell me.

Castiel: *Raises his eyebrows a bit and huffs a small laugh.* I don't know. They seem pretty close. They were /very/ close at the ball..

Adam: Were they? Come on, details. *His face falls, looking as if he realized something* Did Sam dump that girl for him?

Castiel: If they weren't broken up before, they are now. *He sighs, shrugging a shoulder.*

Adam: *Gives him a devious look, rubbing his hands together* Oh, this is good. I can't wait to interrogate Sam about this.

Castiel: Tell him I told you and I'll wack you over the head with a broom. *He warns jokingly, laughing.* One for gossip, are we?

Adam: A little. Sam made me into a gossip whore. But he's been keeping secrets from me, and it's been bugging me.

Castiel: *Rolls his eyes and smiles.* I thought it was pretty obvious... Sam likes him a lot.

Adam: I've never heard him talk about this guy before, and I don't know where he goes. I was worried, y'know?

Castiel: Probably best not to get him started then...

Adam: Oh, he's /that/ type is he? The 'I could talk about him for ages' type?

Castiel: It's Sam. *He laughs.* Of course he could.

Adam: Good. Blackmail. *Grins at Cas*

Castiel: You're gonna blackmail him? *He laughs softly.* I still think he'd talk about him.

Adam: We blackmail each other for fun.

Castiel: Oh. Sounds it...

Adam: Anyway, I'll let you go, I have a roommate to harass. We should hang out sometime. *Gives him a bright smile*

Castiel: Have fun with that. *He laughs, gripping the book tight to his chest.* And definitely. I'd like that.

Castiel: *Leads Luke down the corridor towards the hospital wing, grip tight on his hand all the while. Once he gets to the large area, he explains to the nurse about what happened quietly, and how Luke had been feeling sick and seemed to be in pain ever since. She smiles gently at Luke and gestures a hand to one of the beds.* How are you feeling now?

Lucifer : *Sits on the bed, still looking stubborn and unsettled, as he holds his stomach with both arms* I feel like someone is digging a knife into my stomach, slowly and painfully.

Castiel: Let's get you something for that. *She says gently, going into the small room on the side to mix a potion. Castiel sits on the edge of the bed, smiling sadly.* It's okay, y'know.

Lucifer: *Rubs his eyes, his shoulders slumping* I don't want a potion to fix me. I know what's wrong with me.

Castiel: Luke, you're in pain. Can you just take the attention for a change and not be a stubborn little bitch? *He huffs a laugh, placing his hand over his.*

Lucifer: *Scowls at Castiel* You should know I'm a stubborn little bitch by now.

Castiel: I know. It's a cute little act.

Lucifer: Shut up. *Glares at Cas, wincing from the pain in his stomach*

Castiel: *He bites his lip, squeezing his hand tight. The nurse comes out a few seconds after, a mug of something strong smelling in her hand.* Take this. It should settle you.

Lucifer: *Smells the liquid, wrinkling his nose in distaste. He takes a sip, cringing from the horrid taste, but tries to down it entirely. Once he finishes, he puts the mug down, holding his stomach in pain once again* I don't feel any better.

Castiel: Give it a minute. *She murmurs, squeezing his shoulder and moving away again.*

Dean: *Heads into the hospital wing, holding his arm to his chest with an expression of pure pain on his face*

Lucifer: That was awful... *Groans, before making a gaging nose. He gets on his knees doubling over a garbage can, as he begins to cough and gag violently. He lurches forward as he spits up several cocoons, before a few butterflies escape from his mouth. He looks at what he spat up, realizing what it is, and groans* I read about this in a book once. It's just as bad as I imagined. *Gags again, coughing up a few more*

Castiel: Are they... butterflies!? *He steps back, watching as they fly around the room. He accidentally steps back into Dean, raising his eyebrows at the collision and turning round.* Oh, he- wait, why are /you/ here? Are you alright? *Looks between him and Lucifer.*

Dean: *Cries out softly at the pain that shoots through him before he takes a few deep breaths* Yeah. Kinda got knocked off my broom and landed on my arm.. *he says before he notices the butterflies erupting from Luke's mouth* Is he...?

Lucifer: *Grips the sides of the garbage can, spitting out a cocoon in disgust* Anxiety in wizards makes your stomach produce butterflies, literally. *Breathing heavily, trying to prepare himself mentally*

Castiel: I'm sorry. *He says quickly, wincing.* What did you do? *Turns to Lucifer once more with a grimace.* His.. rat died yesterday, he's been ill ever since. *Frowns.*

Dean: Oh. That... really sucks. *he says, grimacing as he watches Luke*

Lucifer: *Shakes as he coughs up another assortment of butterflies, some of them struggling to get back up and fly out one of the open windows. He looks over his shoulder, his eyes meeting with Dean's* Enjoying the show? *Slumps against a chair next to him, remaining on the floor until another wave of butterflies decide to exit his stomach*

Castiel: Luke, stop. *He mutters, frowning a little at him.* No one's enjoying watching you suffer. *He sighs, turning back to Dean.* Is it broken?

Dean: Dude... no. I might not like you, but that's brutal. *he says, frowning deeply before he looks at Cas* I'm pretty sure. Heard it snap.

Lucifer: *Lurches over the garbage can again, puking up what little food he had eaten earlier, as well as the rest of the butterflies and cocoons. He was shaking violently now, pale as a sheet, as he held on to the chair next to him*

Castiel: Is that... natural? *He questions, not sure what to do about Lucifer as he watches him.* You should get yourself sorted, love. *Murmurs to Dean, gesturing for the nurse.*

Dean: Yeah. You should... stay with him. *he says, going with the nurse to set his arm and chug some regrow*

Lucifer: *Hugs his knees to his chest, sweating feverishly and trying to catch his breath. He looks dizzy, as he slumps back against the legs of the chair, his head pounding* I feel like I just stepped out of the Silence of the Lambs.

Castiel: *Frowns a little, pressing a kiss to Dean's cheek before going over to Lucifer and rubbing his back a little. He grabs a cloth from the cabinet and wets it with cold water, pressing it against his head.* Just close your eyes.

Lucifer: *Closes his eyes, leaning his head back, his breathing unsteady. His eyes are wet with unshed tears, his emotions overwhelming him, and physical exertion putting him down, but he can't bring himself to cry* Thanks.

Castiel: You alright? *He asks gently, dabbing his forehead lightly.*

Lucifer: *Leans against Cas, burying his face in his neck*

Castiel: *Frowns a little, surprised by Luke. His brows turn down and he wraps his arm around him, rubbing his side.* It's okay.

Lucifer: *Shakes his head, clenching a fist in Cas' robe* It's not okay.

Castiel: Luke, she's not suffering anymore. And I know that's the last thing you want to hear... and I know you loved her. I know how much she meant to you. *He squeezes his arm, blinking rapidly as he talks.* You're gonna be okay.

Lucifer: She suffered before she died, that much I know. *Pulls away, his movements slow and mechanical* I think I need a cup of tea...

Castiel: I'll get you one. *He says gently, helping him stand up. He sits him on the bed, squeezing his shoulder for a second before walking into the nurses office.*

Lucifer: *Falls back on the bed, groaning, his stomach still settling, though his throat is sore and raw*

Castiel: *He walks out a few minutes later and hands Lucifer a cup of sweet tea, hoping to soothe him.* Here.

Lucifer: *Thanks him as he sits up, sipping it with a little displeasure from the heat before setting it down* You should go check on your boyfriend.

Castiel: Let's just get you sorted first. *He sighs, looking over at Dean just to cheek that he was alright, before turning to Lucifer again.*

Lucifer: *Stands up, taking his tea with him, moving to the hall* Could you tell Michael to come see me later? I think I'm going to try and sleep a bit more...

Castiel: Sure. *He smiles, nodding his head.* Go rest, you know where I am if you need me.

Castiel: *Makes his way into the dungeons after asking for the password off one of the few nice Slytherin's. He knocks on Lucifer's dorm room door gently with his free hand, the other holding a flask of soup and a few pieces of bread.* Luke? *He murmurs, walking in.*

Lucifer: *Lying face down in bed with Michael's Raven perched in his bed frame. An empty and now clean rat cage was tucked in the corner of his room, as far away from him as humanly possible. He turned his head to look at the intruder, sluggishly pulling himself up* What are you doing here?

Castiel: I came to see you.. *He sighs, biting down on his lower lip and moving further inside. He sits down on the bed, on the edge next to him and places the soup and bread on the side.* I got you some food.

Lucifer: *Looks at the flask suspiciously* I don't think whiskey counts as food. *Picks up the piece of bread, but he doesn't eat it, he simply looks at it in his hand, contemplating if he felt the need to eat*

Castiel: It's soup.. *He says gently, pouring a little to the cup on the top of the flask and handing it to him.* It'll help your tummy.

Lucifer: I'm not sick, if that's what you're implying. *Takes the cup of soup and puts it on his night stand, too hot for him to think of touching yet*

Castiel: No, but you were sick. You need food. *He mutters, looking over at him.* Are you alright?

Lucifer: I buried one of my best friends last night. Take a gander. *pulls a small piece of the bread off, almost hesitating to eat*

Castiel: Lucifer.. *He sighs, Michael had mentioned it to him last night.* I'm so sorry. *Rubs his shoulder.*

Lucifer: Sam and Michael both cried. I didn't. *His eyes as hallow as they were the day before, but now with sleepless rings hanging below them. His complexion was pale due to his previous sickness and lack of food. Grace moved into his lap, cocking her head at him and nudging his hand with her beak, insisting he ate* Yeah, yeah, I'm doing it. *Grumbles at the bird, taking a bite of the bread* I had a nightmare about her dying and woke up feeling nauseous.

Castiel: You're in shock. *He shuffles a little closer, wrapping an arm around his shoulder as he ate.*

Lucifer: *Swallows thickly, recalling the cold look in Lilith's eyes as she killed Meg* Yeah, right, shock.

Castiel: You wanna talk about it? *He questions, rubbing his shoulder.*

Lucifer: *He opens his mouth and closes it several times, trying to decide if he should tell Cas what really happened* I... my nightmare that I had. In my nightmare, I couldn't move or speak, and Lilith was there, yelling at me. She wasn't herself. She was so angry at me, I didn't expect it. And she... set Meg on fire and left. *Swallows thickly, shaking his head* It was just a nightmare.

Castiel: *He frowns, rubbing his shoulder gently, rubbing his shoulder.* What bought that on?

Lucifer: *Purses his lips, trying to come up with an excuse* Maybe my guilt of taking Sam from her.

Castiel: You didn't take Sam from her.. Sam chose you.

Lucifer: Only because I finally told him, so he broke up with her before the ball. *Rubs the back of his neck*

Castiel: That's a good thing! You're not keeping secrets, Luke.. *He says gently, stroking over the birds head.*

Lucifer: She's upset with me for taking him, though. *Licks his lips, watching the bird arch into Cas' touch. He takes another bite, trying to force himself to eat, only to keep his two harassers happy*

Castiel: Yeah, but she wouldn't hurt you like that... *He bites his lip, stroking the birds head gently.*

Lucifer: Yeah... right. *Huffs, finishing a piece of bread, finally bothering to reach the soup* Enough about me. What's up with you and Winchester?

Castiel: It's not important. *He frowns, shaking his head a little.* I'm more concerned about you.

Lucifer: I don't want to talk about it. Distract me. What is Dean bitching about now? *Sips at his soup, cringing at the warmth*

Castiel: Oh. Well.. Michael slept in the same bed with me.. *He sighs, shrugging a bit.* I was upset.. we're all okay now.

Lucifer: You and Dean are okay or just you and Michael?

Castiel: I think we're all okay. *He smiles.* Dean and Michael spoke last night, too.

Lucifer: *Raises his brows* They did? When?

Castiel: Last night, I assume. *He sighs, licking over his lips.* That's what Dean said.

Lucifer: *Shrugs, finishing half of the soup and lying down again* He was here with me and Sam last night. Must have been before that.

Castiel: Or after. It was quite late.

Lucifer: Must have stepped out while me and Sam were asleep, then. *Runs his hands through his hair, some of the colour returning to his face*

Castiel: How d'you feel? *He murmurs, squeezing him a little.*

Lucifer: Empty. *Rubs his eyes, looking at the clock* Maybe I should try going to my afternoon classes.

Castiel: If you feel up to it. *He nods, handing him the flask.* Drink up, it'll do you good.

Lucifer: I ate enough. *Rubs his forehead from an impending headache, before looking up at Cas* Why do you care so much?

Castiel: Because I don't like to see anyone hurting. *He says simply, rubbing his back.*

Lucifer: ...God, you're such a Hufflepuff. *Chuckles weakly*

Castiel: Deal with it. *Rolls his eyes.*

Lucifer: I just find it funny how you're comforting the guy that beat your face in. *Smiles a little at Cas*

Castiel: I try not to hold grudges. *He smiles back, placing the flask down.* If you need to talk..

Lucifer: *Sighs, shaking his head* I don't want to talk. I don't want to do anything... *Lurches forward, gripping his stomach in pain*

Castiel: Luke? *He says, panicked. He darts forward, rubbing his back, not really knowing what to do.*

Lucifer: I'm fine, I'm fine... *Holds his stomach in one hand and covers his mouth with the other, trying to prevent himself from getting sick* I'm fine.

Castiel: Luke, we gotta get you to the hospital wing.. *He bites his lip, supporting him and rubbing his back.*

Lucifer: No, I don't need to go to the hospital wing. *Tries to sit back down, being stubborn* There's nothing wrong with me.

Castiel: Luke, they can give you stuff for this. Please? For me? Michael would kill me.. *Bites his lip, helping him sit on the bed.*

Lucifer: *Grips his stomach* I don't want to... I just want to go to class and not think about anything else...

Castiel: Luke. *Puts his hands on his shoulders and makes him look at him.* You're going to the hospital wing.

Lucifer: *Grumbles under his breath, brushing off Cas' hands* Fine.

Castiel: Thank you. *Takes the bird off him and sets her on her perch. He holds his hand out to Lucifer.* C'mon..

Lucifer: *Grumbles, taking the hand reluctantly. Grace cawed in dismay as they left, though she stayed put* You're as bad as Michael...

Castiel: You're my friend. Whether you like it or not. I'm gonna help you. *He gives his hand a squeeze, gently pulling him out of the dorm.*

Lucifer: *Mutters under his breath about hating Hufflepuffs, naturally grumpy, but he squeezes Cas' hand back*